Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.